No kidding. This is good to see. Better than the all-too-common "not my boy, he never does anything wrong" or--worse--the kind of parent that shows up in court with a "stop snitching" shirt on during her snowflake's trial, smiling.

My rule is never steal anything unless it's worth getting caught. $13 from a nine year old? Worse yet, they probably won't learn anything from this and will just try to be hard to make up for it until they finally get shot doing something stupid.

Acording to the black dudes I was in the Army with, black moms and grandmas REALLY DO beat the hell out of you with their shoes.They said that no matter how big you think you are, mama will kick your ass any time she wants.

Aaaand they got sent home with their parents after a robbery instead of being put in a cage away from the rest of civilized society and we can't even know their wittle namey wamey because they are too wittle. Sometimes I envy the Saudi criminal justice system.

Shadowtag:My rule is never steal anything unless it's worth getting caught. $13 from a nine year old? Worse yet, they probably won't learn anything from this and will just try to be hard to make up for it until they finally get shot doing something stupid.

It would be any worse if they get "gangsta cred" out of this and are lionized by the fukdapolice crowd.

Silly Jesus:Aaaand they got sent home with their parents after a robbery instead of being put in a cage away from the rest of civilized society and we can't even know their wittle namey wamey because they are too wittle. Sometimes I envy the Saudi criminal justice system.

rRIYADH- Saudi Arabia is scheduled to execute seven men on Tuesday for crimes committed when they were juveniles aged under 18, the British-based rights group Amnesty International said.The seven were sentenced to death in 2009 for an armed robbery in 2006, but Amnesty quoted the men as saying they were tortured into confessions

red5ish:When a 13 and 14 year old prey on a 9 year old you have to wonder what the parents can do to turn them around.

Send them to my dad. He's like 75 and I'm still a bit scared of him. Never really got out of hand unless you raised your voice or swore at my mom. Getting out of line with my mom would earn you a closed fist right to the center of the chest. Usually before you had completed the sentence. Can't talk if you can't breathe. I can't imagine the ass kicking he would have laid upon me for robbing a 9 year old girl. That would have been one for the ages.

/ he's a really nice guy, just had boundaries/ seriously , not abusive, but the motherfarking rules were the rules. Somebody has to teach the boys, and Dad is the number one answer./deadbeat dads suck, I think that half the problem, especially in Philly.

Kevin72:Silly Jesus: Aaaand they got sent home with their parents after a robbery instead of being put in a cage away from the rest of civilized society and we can't even know their wittle namey wamey because they are too wittle. Sometimes I envy the Saudi criminal justice system.

rRIYADH- Saudi Arabia is scheduled to execute seven men on Tuesday for crimes committed when they were juveniles aged under 18, the British-based rights group Amnesty International said.The seven were sentenced to death in 2009 for an armed robbery in 2006, but Amnesty quoted the men as saying they were tortured into confessions

The tortured into confessions part isn't cool...but if it was on video like these guys....meh, go ahead. Armed robbers aren't likely to cure cancer in the future...go ahead and rid society of their scourge.

Recently a young Sri Lankan woman named Rizana Nafeek was beheaded in Saudi Arabia. She was sentenced to death for the murder of a baby in her care (Kevin says "might have been SIDS") when she was 17 -- a charge she denied after being beaten and forced to 'confess' to the crime.

Of course, if you are convicted of apopstacy, you have 3 days to prove you're a Muslim again before your beheading ... unless sorcery was involved.

All at once you lost your first name. You're a cop, a flatfoot, a bull, a dick, John Law. You're the fuzz, the heat; you're poison, you're trouble, you're bad news. They call you everything, but never a policeman.

It's not much of a life, unless you don't mind missing a Dodger game because the hotshot phone rings. Unless you like working Saturdays, Sundays, and holidays, at a job that doesn't pay overtime. Oh, the pay's adequate-- if you count pennies you can put your kid through college, but you better plan on seeing Europe on your television set.

And then there's your first night on the beat. When you try to arrest a drunken prostitute in a Main St. bar and she rips your new uniform to shreds. You'll buy another one-- out of your own pocket.

And you're going to rub elbows with the elite-- pimps, addicts, thieves, bums, winos, girls who can't keep an address and men who don't care. Liars, cheats, con men-- the class of Skid Row.

And the heartbreak-- underfed kids, beaten kids, molested kids, lost kids, crying kids, homeless kids, hit-and-run kids, broken-arm kids, broken-leg kids, broken-head kids, sick kids, dying kids, dead kids. The old people nobody wants-- the reliefers, the pensioners, the ones who walk the street cold, and those who tried to keep warm and died in a $3 room with an unventilated gas heater. You'll walk your beat and try to pick up the pieces.

Do you have real adventure in your soul? You better have, because you're gonna do time in a prowl car. Oh, it's going to be a thrill a minute when you get an unknown-trouble call and hit a backyard at two in the morning, never knowing who you'll meet-- a kid with a knife, a pill-head with a gun, or two ex-cons with nothing to lose.

And you're going to have plenty of time to think. You'll draw duty in a lonely car, with nobody to talk to but your radio.

Four years in uniform and you'll have the ability, the experience and maybe the desire to be a detective. If you like to fly by the seat of your pants, this is where you belong. For every crime that's committed, you've got three million suspects to choose from. And most of the time, you'll have few facts and a lot of hunches. You'll run down leads that dead-end on you. You'll work all-night stakeouts that could last a week. You'll do leg work until you're sure you've talked to everybody in the state of California.

People who saw it happen - but really didn't. People who insist they did it - but really didn't. People who don't remember - those who try to forget. Those who tell the truth - those who lie. You'll run the files until your eyes ache.

And paperwork? Oh, you'll fill out a report when you're right, you'll fill out a report when you're wrong, you'll fill one out when you're not sure, you'll fill one out listing your leads, you'll fill one out when you have no leads, you'll fill out a report on the reports you've made! You'll write enough words in your lifetime to stock a library. You'll learn to live with doubt, anxiety, frustration. Court decisions that tend to hinder rather than help you. Dorado, Morse, Escobedo, Cahan. You'll learn to live with the District Attorney, testifying in court, defense attorneys, prosecuting attorneys, judges, juries, witnesses. And sometimes you're not going to be happy with the outcome.

But there's also this: there are over 5,000 men in this city, who know that being a policeman is an endless, glamourless, thankless job that's gotta be done.

foxtail:Acording to the black dudes I was in the Army with, black moms and grandmas REALLY DO beat the hell out of you with their shoes.They said that no matter how big you think you are, mama will kick your ass any time she wants.

I hope the mothers wore out their shoes beating those kid's asses.

Trying to optimistic.Work with the scum of the earth.Every day.

I'm having difficulty with this story because when I was young, this is what happened to the punks. Their mamas and grandmamas whooped their arses. Who calls the police on 13 year old bullies? It seems like this is exacerbating the problem. Doesn't it pretty much cement a life of crime? Arrested before puberty?

rnatalie:All at once you lost your first name. You're a cop, a flatfoot, a bull, a dick, John Law...

I once thought of a Dragnet drinking game that involved taking a drink when Joe Friday went off on a long, moralizing speech, and continuing until he was done, but I soon realized anyone doing that would quickly die of alcohol poisoning.

This case reminded me of something that happened 25 years ago. My mom told me the night before that someone had stolen my little sister's bicycle. Mom heard the dogs barking and made it to the window in time to see them drive off with it in the back of the truck. She called the cops. A few minutes later one arrived and took her information. Less than an hour later, the officer came back with the bicycle in the trunk of his car. He said a woman a few miles away saw her son with a bicycle in the back of his truck when he came home. She called the cops and told them she just knew he stole it.